why I'm an i n t r o v e r t
it seems though
his shadow follows
me wherever
I go.
the sorrow of
those nights
still looms over
my head like ;
a thunder cloud.
since then,
every man I've met
seems like a threat.
I know time
heals wounds
but
my abuse is a black hole
in my soul.
and it sucks all my happiness away.
happiness now
seems like
fleeting moments
I can't get a hold of.
I haven't told
anyone,
but maybe I should
go ask for a little help.
sometimes I think,
it's my mistake.
I'm too open
a book
maybe I should
start
caving in.
2018-07-07 08:55:07
3
0